I opened a 2-set at a bar I swore I'd never go to again because I KNEW that the people there were nearly ALWAYS stuck up beyond belief. (Think HB5's who believe they're HB10's.)

I get in, and immediately see these two girls, a 5 and 7, off to my right. I gave a curious nod, but saw some dudes I (pretended to) recognized off to my immediate left, so I talked to them for a minute. After we bullshitted for a few, me trying to remember where I met one of them from, I turned back to the girls. (I have severe AA. This was my way of dealing with it without dealing with it. Both parties were totally out of earshot.)

So I start talking to the girls, mostly ignoring the 7. When the 7 would interject, I'd neg. And since she was insistant on interrupting, I negged hard. FINALLY, I gave her a little attention. HOWEVER, I shifted gears way too soon by doing a semi-cold read on her. I turned my attention back to the 5, but the 7 kept interrupting with something like, "You think you're a psychologist, don't you?" I brushed it off like I would anything. I said, "What? No," before resuming my conversation with the 5.

The conversation continued until she started yelling way too loud for me to understand her (music was very loud). I kept trying to get her to move closer to me so I could understand what she was saying, but she continued yelling, and I continued not to understand her. Her friend (the 5) was trying to translate, but either the DJ turned up the volume, or the last few drinks were just catching up to me.

I said, "I'll let you two figure it out, and come back later," in a C&F sort of way.

'Later' ended up being about half an hour. Probably way too long, but I kept running into people I knew. When I came back, they were gone, which I was totally not worried about.



I left the bar/club and walked to the burrito stand (as I always do before I head home), and lo and behold, there were the two girls. I approached with a genuine smile, but neither paid any attention, though they both noticed me. They were talking to two other guys, and I got in line just as they were saying, "Yeah, we were in the martini lounge, but this really creepy guy came up and started talking to us..."

Low blow. It hurt. Nothing I said was at all creepy. However, I did move into the mid-game before I built attraction with the 7, and I did lean in to try and hear what they were saying more than I should. Add to this, that I'm 6'4" and not a skinny fellow either. My physique is intimidating on it's own, and I have to try VERY FREAKING hard not to come off as such.



However, I immediately told myself that this was a learning exercise (I'm on day 2 of "Rules of the Game"), and I moved on. Even so, I was still a little down, and ended up at the club where I had parked my car at the beginning of the night, and had spoke very briefly with the hostest there.

I go back inside because I wasn't quite sure if I had closed my tab (I didn't), and talked to the hostest on her cigarette break outside when I was walking to my car. Inside, I had hastily written my number on the back of my receipt, not really sure why, and pulled her aside.

"I don't normally do this, but you SEEM okay, so I'm giving you my number."

I was turning to leave, but she stopped me, and said, "Well don't you want mine?"



I'm not creepy. The chicks at the martini lounge were there just to remind me of exactly WHY I never go there anymore.



EDIT: Yes, I'm leaving a lot out, but I just needed to get this off my chest. I completed the Day 2 challenge assigned 10-fold. I met more people tonight than I normally do in 3 months - including dudes. Day 2's challenge was to meet 5 strangers and initiate small-talk, but remember their eye color (the challenge was designed to teach me to look into people's eyes... something I thought I was doing, but now I know I wasn't).

Despite the low blow I got, I still consider tonight a success. FYI: "Don't I know you!?" works on dudes WAYYYYY more than it works on girls when you're opening a set with dudes in it.

EDIT2: The hostest was a HB8... 8.5. It's still a 'win', but I'm still reeling from being called a creep.

First off, there really is no such thing as a bar that has ____ type girls or ____ type girls. They wear all black, they wear dresses, they wear whatever the F they think is cool but underneath it all, they have tits, vagina, and insecure little minds. Once you really, really, really, accept this, the scope of all things PU can become a bit of a bore.

Secondly, we have this way of putting women on a pedestal taking what women say word for word. Dude . . . believe me, 99.99% of women do not plan for ANYTHING. They're like these insecure little creatures that say whatever they want to say and do whatever do what they want to do. Learn to take whatever they say in one ear and out the other.

Also . . . no matter what the F you're doing while sarging, DO NOT apologize for anything. Take on their tests . . . if it doesn't work just move on. Who the hell knows what's really going on those little hormone infused brains of theirs and who really cares? Stick with your game and continue taking pop shots with your game. It's just statistics. . .

I really needed to hear that. Thanks Kabasi. That little rejection is almost forgotten now (a good night's rest does that).



On a much brighter note, I think I'm on my way to annihilating my AA. I approached upwards of 50 people last night. Liquid courage helped, but I was very careful not to OD on it. As part of my 'challenge', I looked everyone in the eye when I was talking to them, and noticed that there's VERY few people that will hold eye contact with you... made me feel pretty dominant, even among guys.

In another thread (someone else had a shitty night) someone was saying that approaching AFC's at a club help with social proof and make the AFC's feel good about themselves. It IS totallly win-win. I've always been socially awkward as hell, but just going up to and chilling with some dudes every once in a while reminded me that there are people out there even more insecure than myself, which helped get rid of said insecurities.

At the end of the night, I got a number close with almost no effort at all. This being from the first girl everyone at that bar sees. I feel like a million bucks again.